Beta Book

Mr. Wrenn timidly hinted,
"I've got some big news to tell you."
But Charley interrupted, "Say, did you hear old Goglefogle light
into me this morning? I won't stand for it. Say, did you hear
him--the old--"
"What was the trouble, Charley?"
"Trouble? Nothing was the trouble. Except with old Goglefogle.
I made one little break in my accounts. Why, if old Gogie had
to keep track of seventy-'leven accounts and watch every single
last movement of a fool girl that can't even run the adding-machine,
why, he'd get green around the gills. He'd never do anything
_but_ make mistakes! Well, I guess the old codger must have had
a bum breakfast this morning. Wanted some exercise to digest it.
Me, I was the exercise--I was the goat. He calls me in, and he
calls me _down_, and me--well, just lemme tell you, Wrenn,
I calls his bluff!"
Charley Carpenter stopped his rapid tirade, delivered with quick
head-shakes like those of palsy, to raise his smelly cigarette
to his mouth. Midway in this slow gesture the memory of his
wrongs again overpowered him.


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